Life in a small town.

I went to feed the cows this morning, late, in a rush again. But when I tuned off the quad's engine, I heard birdsong cascading down from a clear blue sky.
There's nothing like it. The skylark, bright and exuberant, it's the soundtrack to warm summer days up in the hills. So I sat down, my back against a sun warmed wall and listened. The sweet smell of the cattle drifted over, the sun shone down, it really was one of those "moments" you get from time to time.